Misery Machine chords by Marilyn Manson

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:

D F G  D F G  D F D  F G  D Dm D G# D  Dm D F G

N.C.
"I would like to face reality, let me tell you there's over three-thousand groups operating in this country
N.C.
today and the number is growing. As Christians we gotta take on the armor of Christ and go to battle against
N.C.
Satan."

N.C.

Verse 1:
Dm
Man in the front got a sinister grin
Fm               G
Careen down highway 666
          D              Dm
We wanna go, crush the slow
 C                   F                 G
As the pitchfork bends the needles grow

Chorus:
D                   Dm
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
Fm                  Gm
My blood is pavement
Dm                               D
We're going to ride to the abbey of Thelema
              F
To the abbey of Thelema
F
Blood is pavement

D F G D F
Verse 2:
D
The grill in the front is my sinister grin
                             Fm             G
The bugs in my teeth make me sick, sick, sick
D                                          Fm     G
The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror


Chorus:
D
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
F               Gm
My blood is pavement
                                 D
We're going to ride to the abbey of Thelema
              F
To the abbey of Thelema
F
Blood is pavement


Post-Chorus:
 D    F         G
"When you ride, you're ridden"
 D    F         G
"When you ride, you're ridden"


Interlude:
 ~       A  E   C   B
"Beep beep, beep beep
E     A#  Am   E        Am
His horn went beep beep beep"


Bridge:
D F  G      G#             F
I am fueled by filth and fury
D  F   G# G     D  F   G#  C F   G# G   D
Do what I will, I will hurry there, there


Chorus:

Yeah!
D
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
F
My blood is pavement
D
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels

My blood is pavement

 G#  D
Fuck it

D
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
D
My blood is pavement
D
My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels
D
My blood is pavement, pavement, pavement


Outro:
N.C.
"Go home to your mother! Doesn't she ever watch you!? Tell her this isn't some Communist day-care center!
Tell your mother I hate her! Tell your mother I hate you!"

N.C.

Phone Ringing:

N.C.
"I want my son off of your mailing list, I have already contacted the post office about your pornographic
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material that is being received in the mail, my next stop is my attorney. I do not want this number called
N.C.
anymore, and I do not want anything delivered to my address. If I receive anything else from this band, or
this  N.C.
 group, my next phone call will be my attorney, and you will be contacted. Thank you and good-bye!"